W H I R L W I N D | T. Wolf [1]

s c e n e xv

that one part with the panic attack
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Beacon Hills, California
November 1, 2012

A couple days had passed since the incident at the school, and thought Sommer had yet to speak to either teenage boys who was the reason for her brother having to go into hiding from the whole state of California; she still knew what was going on.

Yesterday she was sitting on the hood of her Impala at the lookout when headlights flashed behind her.

She could hear the rough footsteps as she kept her eyes forward, knowing most likely it was a cop asking where Derek was.

Then, she heard the familiar voice ask from behind her, "Ms. Hale?"

"Yes Sheriff?" Her monotone voice asked without moving, the blonde man frowning.

He felt bad for her.

He knew the news must be hard for her to hear, but this needed to be done.

"I came to ask you a few questions about your brother."

He watched her turn away from the view, her blue eyes meeting with his own as she raised a brow.

"I figured." She stated softly before the man let out a sigh.

Both were unaware of the set of puppy dog eyes watching from behind the trees, the sheriff taking out his notepad.

"When was the last time you saw Derek?" He asked in a professional tone that made her want to roll her eyes.

She shrugged, "That morning. I went for a run, he decided to stay and do a home workout."

The lie flowed past her lips easily, eyes trained on the nodding man.

"Do you had any idea why he would do this?"

"He didn't, that's the thing." Her answer was so sharp and her eyes held his stare; Scott cringing in the woods.

He felt horrible for putting Derek on blast like that, but he knew he couldn't change it now.

The Sheriff nodded, "What makes you so sure?"

The girl found herself glaring at Stilinski; the man beginning to get on her nerves more than his son did.